Date: Tue, 23 Mar 2010 14:16:08 EDT
From: ldavis4@hotmail.com
Subject: The Eurasian

The Eurasian, By  Laura Lynn Davis F/F, Bondage.

I didn't like to accept jobs that involve other women but  I had no choice.

I belonged to Fat Tony and I knew what would happen if I  refused. I had no
desire to wind up in freezer, hanging from a meathook by my  chin.
My name is Katie Chen and I'm twenty-six years old. Fat  Tony bought me
from a triad in a deal involving drugs. I was eighteen and the  triad threw me
in to sweeten the deal. By then, I'd been a triad whore for  almost four
years. They'd gotten me from my father, to settle a gambling debt. I  spent
three years as Fat Tony's sex slave before he discovered, quite by  accident,
that I was a crack shot with a pistol and had no qualms about killing
people.
So I went from nude slave to contract killer, a major  step up in life no
matter how you look at it. Suddenly I was respected and  feared. Tony still
fucked me occasionally but even he was kind of scared of me  after a while.
My father was Chinese, my mother Russian. I'm a slender  tomboy with
Chinese features and my mother's height and beauty. Seven years of  whoring had
left no outward signs. I was still beautiful, still innocent looking  but
inside was a different matter - I could have kept a team of psychologists  busy
for years. I hid everything behind a rigid mask of  indifference.
A year after my sudden change in status I was ordered to  hit a woman who
was causing some problems for Fat Tony. She was a crusading  politician,
young and pretty and idealistic. I refused. I knew there'd be  punishment but I
also knew Fat Tony wouldn't have me killed. Not then,  anyway.
The punishment came in the form of a tough  African-American woman named
Jill. She was sitting on my front steps one morning  when I got home from my
run. I nodded as I walked around, cooling down. Then I  unlocked the front
door and she followed me inside. "You know why I'm here,  don't you?"
I nodded. "Yes, I do."
"It's just business. Nothing  personal."
I shrugged. "I understand. I won't give you any  trouble."
She relaxed. We both knew I could kill her in an instant.  And we both knew
I wouldn't. She just hadn't been really sure. She smiled and looked
around. "Where shall we go?"
"How about the basement?"
"Perfect. Take your clothes off and leave them  here."
She watched while I removed my clothes. Then I led her  down the hall to
the basement door. Once down there, I stood and waited. When  she took her
clothes off I knew she was going to really hurt me, make me bleed.  She had a
little bag with her, her tool bag. She took out a length of rope, tied  my
wrists, and then pushed the end over a brace between two of the joists. She
pulled it so that I was forced up onto the tips of my toes. Then she tied it
off.
Jill was a pro whose father had taught her to box. She  used me like a
punching bag, concentrating on the softer parts of my body, my  belly and lower
back mostly. She wore leather gloves to protect her hands. Ten  minutes
later I was hanging limp, drenched with sweat, moaning in pain.  She'd cracked a
rib and it hurt to  breathe. I felt like one big bruise and I knew I'd piss
blood for a couple of  days.
She grabbed a handful of hair and lifted my head. She  said, "Sorry, sugar."
 She kissed me gently and then she punched me in the face  twice, breaking
my nose and splitting my lips. But she wasn't done. I screamed  in agony as
she worked my nipples and clit with a pair of pliers. I passed out,
screaming.
When I regained consciousness I was stretched out on my  own bed. My
nostrils were packed with cotton and I moaned when I took a deep  breath.  Big
mistake. Jill was  sitting in the chair near the window, reading. She glanced
up and got to her  feet when she realized I was awake. She came over and sat
down on the edge of  the bed. "You okay, sugar?"
I nodded and whispered,  "Yes."
She got up. "Okay, then. I just stayed to make sure. I'll  be going now."
As she turned away I croaked, "Wait. Don't go. Stay the  night."
She turned. "Are you sure?"
I nodded. "Yes, completely."
She hesitated for a moment. "Okay, I will." I watched her  undress. She
had a strong body, very muscular but still feminine. She slipped  into bed
with me and I moaned when she kissed me. "Sorry,  sugar."
"Don't be. Just fuck me.  Please."
She smiled and kissed me again. The pain from my split  lips made me moan
but she ignored it. A half-hour later I was drenched with  sweat and I'd had
two orgasms despite the pain. We'd gone down on each other and  she'd
masturbated me. Now she was strapping on a dildo. "Roll over on your  belly,
sugar."
I rolled over and stared at the wall. I felt tears  welling up when she
spread my buttocks and lubricated my anus with K-Y jelly.  I'd taken it in the
ass before but not often `cause I hated it. Fat Tony used it  as a
punishment. She took her time lubricating me. When she was done she leaned  close and
whispered, "Tony wants you to beg for it,  bitch."
I shook my head. "No!"
"Do I have to get my  pliers?"
I started to cry. But I begged. "Please, Jill. Fuck me in  my ass!
Please, I want it in the ass, hard!. Please!" She slid  the dildo into my
ass and fucked me hard while I stared at the wall, sobbing.  Afterward, I
fell asleep, still on my belly. When I woke in the morning she was  gone. I
never, ever, wanted to have her visit me  again.

The woman I'd  refused to kill was murdered a few days later by Jimmy D., a
sadistic bastard  who worked for Fat Tony. He took her out into the woods,
raped her, and then  nailed her to a tree before cutting her throat. I spent
an hour throwing up when  I heard. Fat Tony made sure I got the details. He
knew I'd feel guilty knowing  that if I'd done the job she'd have had an
easy  death.
So when he ordered me to hit a young woman named Molly I  just nodded and
took down the information as he reeled it off. She was twenty, a  sophomore
at the state university, and her older brother was paying for the hit.  So he
wouldn't have to share their father's estate with her. The picture he
supplied showed a pretty blonde with a wide smile.
Her brother gave her a tiny allowance so she had to work  to make ends
meet.
I scouted the campus and decided to pose as a  professional photographer.
She was working as a waitress in a pizza restaurant just  off campus.
I went there for dinner one night and the first thing  that hit me was the
heat. It was December, and very cold, but the head was  cranked up higher
than it needed to be. I was why a few moments later. The  waitresses were all
young, attractive college girls wearing very skimpy uniforms  - sleeveless
little cropped tops that showed of their flat, firm stomachs, short  skirts
that barely covered their butts, and running shoes. Their legs were  bare.
I hung my parka up and found myself wishing I hadn't worn  a heavy sweater.

A smiling hostess seated me at table in the back, against  the wall. It wasn
't one of Molly's tables but that was okay. It would give me a  chance to
study her. I'd come back as many times as necessary to make  contact.
The girl who waited on me was a slim redhead with big  green eyes and a
pretty smile. Her complexion was pale and perfect, not a  freckle to be seen. I
ordered a small pizza with pepperoni and anchovies and a  Diet Coke.  The
redhead, Kathy  according to her name tag, wrinkled her nose and said, "God,
how can you eat  those things?" The she said, "Whoops. I shouldn't have
said  that."
I smiled and said, "No big deal. I hear that all the  time." She left and
returned a couple of minutes later with my soda. I took a  sip and glanced
around. Molly wasn't hard to spot. Her pale blonde hair was like  a beacon
and she was the tallest girl in the room, a good 5' 10" or more. Her  picture
hadn't done her justice - she was stunningly beautiful and I wondered  why
she wasn't in New  York, making a fortune  modeling.
It was hard not to stare at her but I managed. I found  her very attractive
physically and the thought of killing her made me sick to my  stomach. But
then so did the thought of hanging from a meat hook, nude, my  wrists and
ankles bound with barbed wire - one of Tony's favorite things. He  carried a
little pocket propane torch with him and I knew he'd have some fun  with it
before he turned out the lights and left me to die in the dark,  screaming.
I shivered at the  thought of feeling that blue flame play over my nipples
and clit while I  screamed and begged.
As I studied Molly I realized that she was the Alpha  female among the
waitresses. But she wasn't arrogant, not in the least. I knew  she was an
athlete and it showed in her confident manner and her long, athletic  stride.  She
had a smile and a word  for everyone and the other girls obviously liked
her. I watched her talking with  Kathy, for a moment. When she touched Kathy
on the arm, the redhead's whole face  as she smiled up at the taller girl. I
felt it briefly when she walked past my  table, smiled, and said, "Hi."
The pizza was good and I enjoyed it. Not as much as I  enjoyed looking at
Molly's long, coltish legs, but it was good. I took what was  left with me
and left Kathy a generous tip. Not generous enough for her to  remember me for
more than a couple of days. When Kathy brought the check I  casually asked
her if she'd ever done any modeling. I explained that I was  photographer
and always on the lookout for new models. I gave her a card with a  name -
Hanna Jenkins - and a 1-800 number that would ring in an office in a  building
owned by Fat Tony, and asked her to call if she was interested. The
answering machine would pick up and play the message I'd recorded to back up my
story.
With the seed planted, I picked up the pizza box and  left. I skipped the
next night and when I returned on the third night I was  seated at a table in
Molly's area. Her long, bare legs teased me as she came to  take my order.
I noticed that her  thighs were showing that telltale whitish look of dry
skin.
She took my order and turned away after flashing a  dazzling smile. My
order was the same as it had been the first night and it was  just as good.  We
chatted for a  moment when she brought the pizza - I asked what sports she
played and she said,  "None, now. I don't have time. But I used to play
soccer, basketball, and  softball."
I knew she'd been a good athlete at the high school level  but not good
enough to be offered a scholarship. She'd taken the disappointment  in stride
and had played club sports during her freshman year. But she'd had to  quit
when her bother cut her allowance in order to pay his gambling debts. I
caught a slight trace of bitterness in her voice. "How about you?  What do you
do?"
I shrugged. "I'm a photographer. Just a working girl."  When I didn't say
anything else she smiled and left. A while later I saw her  looking at me
as if puzzled about something. Obviously Kathy had talked to her  and she was
wondering why I hadn't asked her about modeling. Especially since  she was
obviously the most beautiful girl in the restaurant. The hook was  set.
The next time she came to the table her whole attitude  had changed and it
took me a moment to figure out that she was flirting with me.  She pushed
her knee against my leg while she found my check. I was stunned! I  walked out
in a daze and barely avoided bumping into a couple that were just  coming
in.
This time I skipped two nights and when I went back I was  seated in Kathy'
s area. I put my order in and when she bought my Diet Coke I  asked her to
tell Molly that I'd like to speak to her for a moment. I saw her  deliver the
message and I saw Molly's chin come up. She flashed me a look of  disdain
and turned away. But she came over a few minutes later and said,  "What?"
I smiled and asked her if she was interested in modeling.  She shrugged.
"How much does it pay?"
"One-hundred dollars an hour, four hour  minimum."
She smiled. "I won't pose  nude."
"Good. I don't do nudes." We talked and I arranged to  pick her up on
Sunday morning at 6:00 a.m. She took one of my cards and I knew  she'd call the
number before I left the restaurant.
I picked her up outside her dorm at 6:00 a.m. She had a  friend with her
and the friend wrote down my plate number. I didn't mind because  the plate
was bogus and the card would be cut up for parts before the day was  over.
Molly was wear a parka over a sweater, jeans, and hiking  boots. I'd told
her that I wanted some outdoor pictures. I drove out to a  location in the
hills that I'd scouted for several days. It was a popular place  with
fishermen during the season but was totally deserted in the winter. I  parked the
car, grabbed my `camera' bag and we hiked up to a small flat area on  the
side of a hill.
When we got there I put my bag down and pulled out the  silenced .22 that I'
d brought with me. Molly was standing a dozen feet away, her  back to me.
I waited until she  turned and saw the gun. Her eyes widened and she said, "
Shit, I never thought  he'd send a woman!"
I shrugged. "Please take off your  clothes."
She shook her head stubbornly. "I told you, I don't do  nude."
I had to admire her courage. "I can shoot you in the knee  and then strip
you. But it would be easier if you just go ahead and take your  damn clothes
off."
She stared at me in silence for a moment and then she  unzipped her parka.
I watched as she slowly removed her clothes. Her body was  as beautiful as I
'd imagined. Her pert, pink nipples hardened into little points  as soon as
the cold air hit them. When she was finished I said, "Turn around and
kneel down."
She turned and got down on her knees. As I approached she  turned and said,
"Let's get it over with. I'm  freezing."
She turned away and bowed her head. Then she reached back  and held her
ponytail out of the way. I let the silencer rest against the back  of her head.
She was shivering from the cold but I didn't think she was  scared.  She
waited to die, not  begging, not crying, not even a whimper.
I took a deep breath and shouted, "FUCK!" Then I tossed  the gun down and
walked away. I sat down on a rock and watched  her.
She stayed on her knees for a moment and then she picked  up the gun, got
to her feet, and turned to face me. I thought she'd shoot me  `cause she was
mad. She stalked over to me and said, "You made me take my  clothes off and
freeze my ass for nothing!"
I shrugged. "I couldn't do it. So sue me. Or shoot  me."
She dropped the gun in my lap. "Hold onto this while I  get dressed." As
she walked away I heard her muttering. She was mad, damn mad.  She put her
clothes on and we walked back to the car. I started the engine and  cranked
the heater up to its highest setting. Then I gave her the .22 and said,  "
Here, just in case you do decide to shoot me."
She was still shivering. "Fuck you, bitch. I'm not going  to shoot you and
you know it." A smile at the end took the sting out of her  words.
"It might be better if you did." And I told her about Fat  Tony and what he
'd do to me when he heard.
"Fuck Fat Tony, whoever he is, and fuck my brother  too."
I slapped her and said, "Watch your mouth. Swearing makes  you seem crude."

She stared at me in silence for a moment and then  dissolved in tears. I
put my arms around her and held her while she cried.  Later, between hiccups,
she stammered, "It's really funny. You were going to  kill me but you slap
me for swearing."
I took a deep breath and said, "No, I was never going to  kill you. Not
after meeting you. But I did want to see you  naked."
She slapped me. Hard. She's a strong girl and it hurt. We  stared at each
other in silence and then she said, "What the fu ... what are we  going to do
now?"
"What do you mean we? You're out of it. I'm going to go  and shoot your
bother and then Fat Tony if I'm lucky. Otherwise it's the meat  hook for me."
She smiled. "Don't be stupid. I'm not out of it. You've  screwed my life
up but now you're mine and you'll do what I tell you." She  crossed her
arms and stared at me, daring me to contradict  her.
I didn't even try. I knew when I was beat. I put the car  in gear and we
drove back to the campus. The restaurant was closed on Sunday so  she was off.
I picked her up that night at 7:00 and took her to dinner and then  to a
movie.
On Monday, she told her room mate she had to leave to  attend to some
family business. It was almost Christmas break and she was only  going to miss a
couple of classes. We drove into the city and I got a room at  the Plaza.
Molly headed straight  for the bathroom and I heard the water running in the
tub. I told her I was  going to get a paper. She came out, naked, and said, "
Get me some gum,  please."
I shook my head. "Don't you have the slightest trace of  modesty?"
She stuck her tongue out. "You've seen me naked already.  Just get me the
damn gum."
I walked out, shaking my head. I got the paper and three  packs of Dentyne.

Do you know what they charge for gum at the Plaza? It's  robbery. I sat
down to read the paper and a moment later I was on my feet,  headed for the
bathroom. Molly glanced up as I came through the door. "Where's  my gum?"
"Forge the gum. Read this. Your brother's dead, killed in  an accident."
She read the article twice and then tossed the paper  aside. "We used to be
close when we were kids. Then he started gambling and  everything changed."
She began to cry. When I took a step toward her she waved  her hand. "Go
away and leave me alone for a while."
I turned and walked out. I sat on the sofa and closed my  eyes. I must have
dozed off because I didn't hear her come out of the bathroom.  She touched
my knee and I jumped. "Shit! Don't do that! You'll give me a fuckin'
heart attached."
She slapped me. "Don't swear. I'm a good Catholic  girl."
She was naked and she was pissed and suddenly I was in  love. Totally and
completely. I nodded and whispered,  "Sorry."
She nodded. "Good." She turned away and opened her small  suitcase.
"I love you." My voice was soft and at first I thought  she didn't hear
me.
She straightened up and turned. "What did you  say?"
"I said I love you."
She grinned. "I thought that's what you said. Good! Let's  go see Fat Tony.
" She slipped into a bra while I stared at her in  horror.
"Not a good idea. Not at  all."
She paused as she was stepping into her panties. "It's a  great idea. I'm
worth close to $200 million dollars now. Fat Tony's going to  have to deal
with me. Call someone you know and tell them that I'll pay a  million dollars
to the person who kills Fat Tony if he harms a hair on your  head."
I made a call from a pay phone a block from the hotel.  The person I talked
to wanted to talk to Molly. He talked to her for a moment  and then she
handed the phone back. "Stay there. I'll call you back in a few  minutes.  What
's the  number?"
He called back a few minutes later. "She checks out. It's  all set. The
word is out."
I told Molly as we walked back to the hotel. She nodded.  "Good. Tomorrow we
'll see my lawyer and then Fat  Tony."
I stared at our reflections in the mirror as the elevator  carried us up to
our floor. I had to admit that we made a striking couple. Molly  backed me
up against the wall and tried to kiss me but I turned my head. "We  need to
talk first."
When we got to the room I sat down on the sofa and Molly  sat next to me. I
stared straight ahead as I told her the whole story - the  triad, the
whoring, my years as Fat Tony's sex slave, and the murders I'd  committed. I
concluded by saying, "So you can see I'm not fit company for decent  people,
especially a nice Catholic girl like you."
She stood up and the next thing I knew she had a good  grip on my collar
and I was hoisted into the air. The girl was strong. She slapped me across the
 face, twice, and then shook me. "Listen to me and listen good. You're
mine now!  I meant what I said back there in the hills." She shook me again. "
You .... are  .... mine! Got that?"
I nodded. She smiled and put me down. "Good. Get your  clothes off and get
your butt into bed. Move." She slapped me on the butt and I  ran.
I was sitting cross-legged on the bed, naked, when she  came in. She smiled
and while she undressed she told me that I was the cutest  thing she'd ever
seen. "But I was pissed when you asked Kathy to model and  didn't ask me."
She sat down and put her arms around me. I burst into  tears. "How can you
love me? I'm a whore and a  murderer!"
She sighed and pulled me across her lap. A few moments  later I was howling
in pain as she spanked me. I cried and whimpered and finally  I turned my
head and whispered, "Please, stop. I'll be  good."
She stopped immediately She rubbed my sore butt gently.  "I don' want to
hear any more crap about who or what you are. As far as I'm  concerned you
were born a minute before you walked into the restaurant." She  paused and
chuckled. "I wanted you the moment I laid eyes on you. I was pissed  when Gwen
sat you at one of Kathy's tables. Then, when you asked her to model I  was
so mad I couldn't see straight. I wanted to scratch her eyes  out."
I turned and looked over my shoulder. "You hid it  well."
She smiled. "It's a talent that rich girls  learn."
Then she picked me up, sat me down on her lap, and  proceeded to fondle me
until I was sopping wet. Then she fucked my brains out.  We went at each
other like animals and for an hour all anyone would have heard  was grunts,
moans, and whispered suggestions. And an occasional scream as one or  the other
of us reached orgasm. Finally, drenched with sweat, we cuddled in each
other's arms and fell asleep.
I didn't wake up until she slapped me on the butt and  said, "Time to get
moving, Katie." I grumbled but I sat up and let her lead me  into the
bathroom. We showered together but there was no time for  sex.
Her lawyer's office was a brisk walk from the Plaza but  we rode over in
the limousine Molly had hired. His receptionist said we'd have  to wait until
she found out if Mr. Sloan had time to see us. We walked past and  when the
receptionist protested, Molly smiled sweetly and said, "Blow  me."
I caught up with her in the hallway leading to Sloan's  office. "I thought
you were a nice Catholic girl?"
Her glance was frosty. "I am but I'm not in the mood to  take any crap
from anyone. And that includes you."
I grabbed her arm and she stopped. "You bitch! You knew  all the time that
I wasn't going to kill you. Didn't you? So why you'd take your  clothes off
like that?"
She smiled that sweet smile again. "I wasn't completely sure but I figured
if you  saw me naked you wouldn't be able to go through with it." She
pulled her arm  away and continued walking.
She swept into Sloan's office and held up a hand to  silence him. "Cut the
crap. You knew what my brother was doing and you went  along with it
because he held the purse strings. Well I hold them now and you'd  better dance to
my tune or I'll find another lawyer. Got that?" He nodded.  "Good. Now here
's what I want you to do."
An hour later we left his office. He had a set of written  instructions and
a cashier's check for one million dollars. Molly had another  check for
$200,000 and one for $135,000. On the way to Fat Tony's I asked her  why she
didn't fire Sloan.
"He's been the family lawyer for ages and he's good. He  just needs to be
reminded who's the boss."
We swept into Fat Tony's office with the same brisk pace.  He looked up and
said, "What the fuck? What's going on,  Katie?"
Molly smile was as sweet as ever. "Shut up and listen,  you fat fuck. I'm
Molly Spencer and you're dealing with me, not Katie." She  showed him a
Xerox copy of the check and the instructions she'd left with Sloan.  While he
read the letter she stood there tapping her foot. When he was done she
leaned over the desk and hissed, "So, now you know. If anyone even musses her
hair you a dead man. They'll butcher you like a hog for a million  dollars."
She straightened up and put her arm around my shoulders.  "She's mine now.

Fuck with her and you won't live long enough to regret  it. Do you
understand me?"
Tony nodded, his face ashen. "I can't hear you. Do you  understand me?"
Tony licked his lips. "Yes. I  understand."
"Good. She threw the $200,000 check down on the desk.  "This is to
reimburse you for the fee you lost." Then she threw down the other  check.  "This
should cover my  brother's gambling debt. Make sure it gets into the right
hands."
She glanced at me and winked. "Are we square, Mr.  D.?"
Fat Tony nodded. "We're square, Ms.  Spencer."
Molly smiled and nodded and the turned and headed for the  door. Phil, Tony'
s bodyguard opened it and stepped aside. When we were outside I  glanced up
at Molly. "I thought ..."
She cut me off. "I know. I am a nice Catholic girl. But I'm a  tough nice
Catholic girl." She took a deep breath. "And I was scared shitless in
there."
We got into the back seat of the rented limo and  collapsed, laughing
hysterically. When I finally caught my breath I asked, "What  now?"
"Right now we're going back to the Plaza and I'm going to  fuck your
brains out again. Long term, I'm going back to school and you're going  to find
a house to rent near the campus."
She pushed a button and spoke to the driver. "Take us  back to the Plaza
but first I want you to stop at a good fetish shop. I need a  collar for my
bitch."
In the shop, I stood quietly while she found a collar  that she liked and a
few other toys. She ignored my pleading look when she  picked out an enema
bag. She locked the collar around my neck and said, "There,  now you're
definitely mine. Any objections?" I shook my head and she paid the  smiling
clerk. We walked out holding hands.
Back in the limo I asked if she intended the enema bag  for me. She nodded.

"Yes."
I slumped back in my seat and pouted all the way back to  the hotel. Molly
ignored me. When we got to the room I locked the door and  leaned against
it. "You're not giving me an enema."
"Wanna bet?"
She was fast and tough and too damn strong for me. Twenty  minutes later I
was on my knees, naked and sobbing, promising I'd be good and do  what I was
told. My ass was criss-crossed with welts where she spanked me with a
leather strap.
She took me into the bathroom and put me down on my belly  on the cold
tile.
She hummed a cheerful tune while she filled the enema bag  with warm, soapy
water. I cried when she spread my buttocks and lubricated my  anus. "Don't
be such a baby!" She slide the nozzle into my ass and removed the  clamp,
allowing the warm water to flow into my  rectum.
I looked at her and whispered, "I hate having anything in  me back there.
Fat Tony used to punish me by having be fucked in my ass!  I had to beg for
it."
She wiped my tears away and bent to kiss me. "I'm sorry,  I didn't know.
But that's all over."
She gave me two enemas and then took me into the shower  and bathed me with
liquid soap and a bath sponge. Then she dried me off and told  me that I'd
been cleansed and I was no longer the same girl I'd been before we  met.
She took me to bed and made love to me gently. I pounded  my fists on the
mattress, whimpering in pleasure, as she explored my cunt with  her tongue.
When she touched my  anus with the tip of her tongue I froze. She continued
to lick my anus until I  screamed as I came.
We napped and then made love again. I massaged her with a  Coco Butter
moisturizer. We sat and talked and made love again. She smiled and  ruffled my
hair when I kissed her knees and told her that she was the most  beautiful
girl I'd ever seen.
The next day we went to a well-known beauty salon and had  our hair done.
Then we went to spa and had the full treatment, including  a full bikini
wax for both of use. We went out to dinner and then to a show and  then back
to bed.
The next day we drove back to New  England. My days in New  Jersey were
over. I found a house and Molly paid a  year's rent in advance. We moved in and
settled down. She went to school and I  took cooking lessons from a woman
up the street.
Most nights we spent at home. Molly would study while I  sat at her feet,
listened to my Walkman, or reading a mystery novel. Sometimes,  I just
stretch out on the rug and stare at the ceiling, listening to my music,  with Molly
's bare feet resting on my belly. I was, of course, nude most of the  time `
cause she liked to look at my body. Other times, I'd lay on my belly and
watched TV with her feet resting on my butt.
Another thing we both enjoyed was when I sat with my back  to the sofa, her
long legs draped over my shoulders, and I'd massage her feet  while she
studied. After a while, never a long while, she'd sigh and join me on  the
floor after slipping her clothes off. Those were the best times. We'd spend
long minutes teasing each other with our tongues until, inevitably, one of us
would give in plead to be brought to orgasm. Usually it was me, but not
always.
Cooking and housework got to be routine after a while and  one day when I
was at Home Depot I saw a notice for a class in basic remodeling  techniques.
 When I mentioned it to  Molly she smiled and said, "Go for it." A week
later she came home and said, "Do  whatever you want with the house, we own it.
"
She was astonished when I started to cry. She put her  arms around me and
rubbed my back gently. "What's the matter, love? What did I  say?"
I looked up at her with tears streaming down my face and  blubbered, "You
said we own  it."
She grinned and handed me a tissue. "Wipe your tears  before I give you a
real reason  to cry." But she was smiling as she said it. "Of course I said
we. We are a we aren't  we?"
I nodded and whispered, "Yes." And then I burst into  tears again.
One thing that bothered me was the age difference. When I  mentioned it she
smiled and said, "Don't worry about it, it doesn't bother me."  She
paused for a moment, a thoughtful look on her face. "Of course I won't hit  my
peak until I'm 32. By then you'll be 38, almost and old woman. You'll have
to  stay in shape or I'll wear your skinny butt out." There was no more talk
about  age differences.
A few minutes later I interrupted her reading again. "Do  you really think
my butt is skinny?"
She sighed and marked her place. "No, you have a  beautiful butt. Now let
me finish this chapter and then we'll play. If you  interrupt me again you'
ll have a beautiful but sore  butt."
Of course I found that appealing. I waited a couple of  minutes and said,
as innocently as I could, "You have a beautiful ass too."  She put her book
down  with an exasperated sigh and warmed my ass with the flat of her hand.
Then she took me to bed and fucked me,  fucked me long and hard and well.
I intended a slight makeover in a couple of rooms. But  soon I was deep
into ripping out fixtures and replacing plaster with drywall. I  had the
ceilings done professionally and the plumbing, finding female  contractors for
both. I took a class and did the wiring myself, having it  checked by a female
electrician before calling in the building inspector. I  worked hard and

most of the time I wore only socks and boots and a painter's  cap. And gloves
of course.
I was used to being nude and had come to prefer it. One  night, as I headed
for the door to run to Home Depot Molly called my name.  "Katie, you might
want to put some clothes on. I'm sure your friends at Home  Depot would love
to see you like that but the cops might object `cause I'm sure  you'd
cause a riot." She giggled as I stalked upstairs to get  dressed.
We spent the following summer in Truro, on Cape Cod, near Provincetown. We
sunbathed and swam and shopped  for antiques, scouring the Cape and going as
far as Plymouth. Most nights we'd  stay in but at least a couple of times a
week we'd got out to eat followed by  drinks and dancing at one of the
lesbian hangouts in  P-Town.
The women would look at Molly and then at me, with my  collar. Our beauty
attracted them but they couldn't figure out the situation -  Molly was young
and innocent looking but I was the one wearing the collar. So,  mostly, they
left us alone. One woman was a persistent pest until I looked at  Molly and
asked, seriously, "Can I kill her?"
Molly chuckled and rubbed the back of my neck. "No, love,  you can't kill
her. People might notice. And it's may I, not can I." Her tone  carried a
note of regret.      The woman turned  pale, stared at us for a moment, and
then turned and left. We never saw her  again.
We came home in late August with nice tans and fond  memories. I had a pair
of beautiful gold rings hanging from my nipples. Molly  refused to have her
nipples pierced but I was planning to talk her into it by  Christmas.
We went to the Carribean over Christmas that year and to  France the
following summer. I loved  the European beaches and the freedom to go topless or
nude without anyone paying  much attention at all. It took me two weeks to
talk Molly into taking her top  off, then another week before she'd go nude.
One day, a pretty Asian girl came over and started  talking to me in
Cantonese. I shrugged and she switched to French, which I  understand well but
speak with an atrocious accent. She lifted her chin at  Molly. "Does this one
own you?"
I nodded and said, "Yes, she does." The girl, whose name  was Mari, winced
at my accent.
Before she could speak again, Molly cut in, speaking  perfect, unaccented
French. "Yes, she's mine. How about you? Are you  owned?"
Mari glanced at Molly in surprise. "No, I'm not." She  blushed and we
watched it spread upward across her pretty tits. She was topless  and her
breasts were round and firm and lovely. She was a beauty with long black  hair,
almond eyes, and smooth copper skin.
Molly reached and brushed away a few grains of sand on  Mari's left breast.

"How old are you?"
Mari smiled. "Eighteen. Last  week."
Molly leaned and kissed her softly. "You're too young.  Maybe next year."
Mari got up and walked away and I could have sworn she  was crying.

Maybe next year.....

The End